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Unfortunatly, just as they were loading the Warships with ammunition, a metior hit and wiped out all signs of life.

I'm really not a fan of the kind of time trvel wqhere you can 'change' the past. If you are allowed to time travel, it should be that, in the past, the time travel has already happened.

Yeah, like, Riathor just 'travelled', so that's cool.

You couldn't go into the concrete past, but you could have a future person show up, then, in the actual future, say they went into the past.

Ok. Thanks! I guess if we're starting era 3 in the near future, it shouldn't be a problem. That said, you're the best, Archer.

I think time travel is fine, as long as it doesn't touch the past. I think it would be cool for a character to go in a time machine, step out, say they went to the future and did stuff there, then in a future thread have that character turn up after time traveling from the past. That would be fine, as long as it's foreshadowed. However, I think it would also work if a character met their future self in a present-day thread, then in a future thread the character time traveled back to what we would call our 'present thread'. Basically, as long as it doesn't feel like time travel is there for conveiniant's sake, OR if it's foreshadowed, I'm down.

Nah it's fine whatever happens. I didn't know what was tradition, that's all. It's just that I may be adding a character, and I don't know if yall want a million profiles under me spoiler tag. However, I purposefully left him alive, in case MoHaam comes back.

This seems fun because it seems like the kind of club that would be fun for me.

YES YES YES!!!!

It seems the Mmmm-raize this was Mmmm-razed.

"SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE AM I BEING ANNOYING???????"

Because, of course, not all of them died. Thus many remained.

Were they... glazed?

A flashback began.

@Ookla the Paragon As per the Exploring thread, Riathor's outta the action. you should be fine to remove him from my list

Riathor knelt to the ground. His spren. He could only guess where it had come from. Years ago, he had lost his shardblade. A couple months afterward, the shardblade's spren had visited. Then had disappeared. 'Riathor...' "What?" Riathor whispered. "Where are you?" 'Underneath, Riathor. "There is a small cavern underneath the surface. Come find me...' Her voice was growing louder, more stable. Riathor looked around for an opening, but there was none. 'Riathor...' "I can't get in," Riathor said aloud. "How do I find you?" 'Summon... Summon your Blade,' Riathor's eyes widened but obediently reached out his arm. A beautiful large blade condensed into his hand. Riathor stared at it. 'Riathor...' Riathor nodded, then stood up. He hefted the blade, and tears glistened in his eyes. Then, he cut four strokes into the earth and opened a hole down into a cavern. He trusted Pewter to keep his bones strong as he jumped down, falling almost twenty feet to the cavern floor. "Where are you?" Riathor asked, his voice echoing. 'I'm right here, Riathor,' Riathor turned towards the voice. A single Windspren floated in the air. Tears began streaming down Riathor's face. "You... you're back..." He glanced at his shardblade. "Aren't you the blade?" The spren shook her head. 'I was never the blade, Riathor. I came once you had lost it. But somehow, I sensed it was close to you...' Riathor frowned. "How? How did it come back?" 'Connection is a strange thing, on this side of the world...' Riathor stared at the spren, then back at the Blade. Eyes glinting with determination, he tossed the blade aside. It clanked against the cavern floor, disintegrating into mist. "I want you back," Riathor whispered. "Where did you go?" The spren smiled sadly. 'Times were changing. The laws of this place have changed. It is not a simple thing for me to bond a Mistborn,' "Why not?" Riathor demanded. "You promised me you would never leave!" 'There are... oaths set in place for the alleys. On this side of the world, the Barrier... is thin, Riathor. I can... see into another place. And they cannot let me bond you, for fear of you growing too powerful,' The spren seemed to be crying as well. 'There is no way past it,' Riathor looked up, and though he saw... a shimmer. A mirror into another world, it was gone in an instant. "I can't live like this any more," Riathor said defiantly. "I'm tired of being only a piece of myself," The spren cocked her head. 'There is no way around it, Riathor. We can never bond. Perhaps it is for the best,' Riathor glanced upwards. The window into the other world seemed to be open again, and Riathor could glance through. Information flooded his mind. And there was a way. "Are you willing," Riathor asked the spren, "To wait until these 'laws' change once more?" The spren frowned. 'That could be hundreds of years, at most-' "There is a way past it," Riathor insisted. "Are you willing to trust me?" The spren paused, then nodded, streaking towards Riathor. In an instant, Riathor had seen the laws of the Alleys. One who was involved could not be powerful, unless there was a powerful enough enemy. Riathor did not know of such a being, but Riathor was content to wait. He held his upwards, and the spren flew over to stand on it. Riathor smiled, then burned Cadmium. A buble of slowed down time surrounded the two of them. If Riathor couldn't bond his spren, he would wait until he could.

The Fiend's archnemesis was the Friend, by the way.

I do. Thank you very much. I also like my donuts Mmmmm-glazed.

Which only semi-existed.

HOT!!!!!!!

This isn't a cult! It's, uh, just a place where we steal people's identity!!! YAAAAAY!!!!